Ain't No Sunshine

Shit! Sober Nate would never say that, but, God, it’s so hot. One more night, one more night.

He raises an eyebrow just as Shane and Liv enter my line of sight, pulling me from my temporary haze.

“I’ve gotta use the bathroom. Be right back,” I say as Shane reaches Nate’s side. I dart away without waiting for a response, in desperate need of a cool down.

Splashing water on my face, I lean against the counter to control my breathing. The thought of someone, specifically Nate, being so desperate that he’d take me on the dance floor is a huge turn on, yet I’m so angry at him for the mess we’re in. The mess I’m partly, okay mostly, to blame for. But if I’d known that Liv wanted him back, I never would have… No, it’s too late for hindsight.

I exit the room ten minutes later, jumping when two strong arms grip my waist and push me to walk toward the back exit. I know it’s Nate, not only by his smell, or the size of his hands, but by the way the touch of those hands sends an electric current straight to my heart.

I pull away and turn to face him, needing to get everything off my chest. “Are you ever planning on introducing me to your girlfriend, Nate?” I seethe before turning and walking away.

I don’t get far before Nate’s hand locks around my wrist, pulling me back to him. “She’s not my girl,” he grits out before moving us until we’re facing the mirrored back door. “That,” he says, running his hand up my chest until it reaches my jaw, holding my face in place towards my reflection. ”That is my girl, right there.” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he moves us out the exit and into the cold air.

The second the door closes shut behind us, Nate spins me around and crashes his lips to mine. My heart is beating so fast, and my mind is so full of lust, that I don’t even hesitate. Instead, I jump up and wrap my legs around him. “Take me to the truck, Nate. Now!”

He groans out loud but obeys my command, carrying me to his truck. A truck that previously served no purpose, since neither of us is in any state to drive, but will now make the perfect privacy screen.

Nate pushes me against his door, out of sight of the building, and then grinds up into me. I cry out in pleasure before he silences me with a kiss, blindly opening the truck to push me inside.

I shuffle across until I hit the opposite side and then stare at Nate’s large frame as he tries to figure out the best way to approach this. When he’s reached a decision he slides in after me and sits in the passenger seat. He unbuckles his belt, unzips his jeans, and pulls them down before lifting to get a condom from his pocket. As soon as it’s in place, he picks me up and positions me so I’m straddling his waist, hovering above him. The top of my head brushes the roof, almost uncomfortably, but I ignore it.

Nate moves my panties to the side, thank God for dresses, and pulls me down on top of him without warning, causing us both to cry out in pleasure and relief. The world stops as we stare into each other’s eyes. Unmoving. After a month of no intimacy, this almost feels like too much. Our physical connection is so strong that I’m shaking involuntarily.

Nate pulls my face down until our foreheads are touching. “I’ve got you, Little Bit. I feel it, too.”

He grips my hips and slowly moves me up and down until I’m able to find my own rhythm. It doesn’t take long before we’re rocking into each other with full force, breathlessly taking everything we need.

Nate thrusts up into me as I grind down on him, and the sounds of our bodies meeting is so loud that I should be self-conscious, but I’m not. Right now, I wouldn’t even care if someone was peering through the window watching us. It feels too good to worry.

Nate snakes a hand up under my dress, pinching my nipple before pushing me back slightly so I’m resting against the dash. The new angle sends a spark right through me, and I scream out his name.

“Fuck, Cory. I need you to finish. I can’t…”

I roll my hips forward on his next thrust, the movement, along with his words, sending me over the edge. I cry out in pleasure at the same time Nate finds his own release, and we ride out our high together.

As we come down, Nate wraps his arms around me and buries his head in my chest, hugging me tightly. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, Cory.”

Gripping his face in my hands, I lift his head until his eyes are meeting mine. “I’ve missed you, too,” I whisper, and press a kiss to his lips.

We stay like that for a few more minutes until we both remember where we are. I laugh and hide my face in my hands as Nate chuckles along. “I never thought you’d be the sex-in-trucks type,” he says with a laugh.

“I’m not, so don’t get too attached to it.” I climb off his lap, and he smirks, pulling up his pants as I move out of the truck.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I adjust my clothes before we walk back inside, trying to maintain a straight face. Nate looks like he’s just won a gold medal against his toughest rival, not hiding anything at all. I smack him in the chest and then squeeze his hand quickly, releasing it as we reach the door. “We should go in separately.”

Nate glares at me as though I’ve wronged him, and I can’t help the small laugh that escapes me. He links our hands and pulls me inside before coming to a halt.

My smile drops instantly as we come face to face with the two girls I very much wanted to avoid.